The Dom Next

Door

A Phaze Raw HeatSheet by

VIOLET SUMMERS

The Dom Next Door

© 2009 by Violet Summers

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Nadia Fleming signed her name on the delivery man’s dotted line and he

dropped the package at her feet and left. “What a gentleman,” she murmured as she
slid the box into her house and left it sitting by the door.

There was no return address on the plain brown carton. Nadia shrugged. The

package wasn’t hers. It belonged to her neighbor Alex Johnson, Professor of
Romantic Literature and Poetry at the local university.

She sniggered a little as she tried to imagine Alex standing at a lectern,

rhapsodizing about the romantic prose of Jane Austen. Alex moved in next door a
little over three years ago, and Nadia had yet to see a romantic bone in his body.
No, her neighbor was the epitome of the conservative Brit, stiff upper lip and all.

He never talked about his private life. She wondered if he had much of a

private life aside from his friendship with her. He did have a steady stream of
people coming and going from his house. They were all young and eager looking,
and she assumed they were students he tutored.

Alex was polite and sweet, even a bit on the shy side, which Nadia found

endearing. His cheeks blazed at her off-color talk. Truth be told, she used more
profanity and innuendo when she was with Alex than at any other time. She loved
teasing him until he blushed.

Nadia couldn’t imagine life without him. He was a reliable and loyal friend.

He’d even let her cry on his shoulder when her longtime boyfriend left her for a
long legged blonde bimbo last year.

Sometimes she wished Alex would find a special woman to fill his life. At

other times Nadia wished she were that woman.

It was a ridiculous idea, of course. Alex was a highly educated college

professor, and she hadn’t even graduated high school. She’d earned her GED, and
was damned proud of it, but she’d never be “intellectual.” Alex lived an academic
life. She owned a small Web design company; so small that she was the only
employee. It barely paid the bills, but it let her be creative and she really loved it.

Giving the mysterious box another glance, she picked up the phone and dialed

Alex’s cell.

“Professor Johnson here,” his rich, smooth, British accent flowed through the

phone line.

“Hey, Professor. You have another package waiting for you here. It’s pretty

damn big, so you need to come pick it up.”

“Wonderful! I’ve been waiting for that particular box to arrive. I’ll pop over

tonight to pick it up.”

“Hey, are you up for some pizza later?” She knew that pizza was Alex’s one

true weakness. “Double cheese and mushrooms, on me.”

There was a long pause. Strange.

“I’m afraid I can’t tonight. I have several tasks to attend to now that my things

have arrived.”

Nadia turned and stuck her tongue out at the box. “That’s okay, Alex. My hips

didn’t need pizza anyway.”

“Your hips are lovely as they are, pizza or not,” he scolded.
“You have to say that,” she teased. “You’re my friend.”
His only reply was a short, chuckled, “Until later,” before disconnecting the

line.

Nadia sighed as she put the phone back in its cradle. Time to get to work.

After spending the better part of the afternoon finishing up a banner for a new
dating website, Nadia stretched as she tried working the kinks out of her neck.

The owner of the site had offered her a free six-month membership along with

her usual fee, and for a while Nadia had seriously considered it. She missed the
touch of a lover. The soft kisses and strong arms wrapped around her. Finally,
though, she thanked her client and refused the freebie. As much as she missed sex,
she really wasn’t in the right frame of mind to date anyone. Besides, she didn’t
need to date anyone. She had Alex, and he was perfect. Well, except for the
whole sex thing. She figured that’s why her thoughts strayed to Alex whenever
she masturbated. He was the man she spent most of her time with; it was natural to
wonder what he was like in bed.

Of course, Nadia had a pretty good idea of what Alex would be like in bed.

Sweet and gentle, courteous and polite, just like the man himself. The image of
Alex very seriously asking permission to pinch her nipple sent her into a giggling
fit. In her fantasies Alex was many things, but sweet and gentle were never part of
the equation.

By the time five o’clock rolled around it was time for Alex to get home, and

Nadia’s nosey nature had taken over. She’d deliberately ignored the box all day,
but with her work done and her imagination in overdrive, she couldn’t resist
temptation any longer. What was so important in that damn box that Alex would
turn down double cheese? She stood in front of the thing as it sat on the floor,
daring her to do something.

She couldn’t exactly open it; that was a federal offense. Besides, it would be a

blatant invasion of Alex’s privacy. One that even their close friendship couldn’t
excuse. Maybe if she shook it she might get an idea of the contents. The box was
big, but if she just lifted one side and gave a jerk maybe she could glean some
information.

Bending over, she grabbed one end of the carton. It wasn’t nearly as heavy as

she’d expected. The delivery man had given her the impression the box weighed a
hundred pounds, what with the way he huffed and puffed before depositing it at her
feet.

Bending her knees, Nadia wrapped her arms awkwardly around the box and

lifted. She gave it a little shake and heard metal against metal. New pots and pans?
Maybe he was taking cooking lessons. Alex told her often enough what a terrible
cook he was. She jiggled it again. No, it wasn’t heavy enough for pots and pans.
She bent over to set the box on the floor and the bottom gave out with a clang of
metal.

“Oh, no,” she mumbled as she flipped the now empty box over. She grabbed

the nearest object to drop back inside, then froze as she actually looked at what she
was holding.

“No way,” she whispered staring at the plastic wrapped leather flogger she

held. There was no way this stuff belonged to Alex! Not her sweet, conservative,
blush when she said fuck Alex! Before her on the floor, in a jumbled mess, was a
pile of sex toys. Dildos, vibrators and handcuffs. Oh my! She ran her fingers up the
length of the flogger, imagining the feel of the rich leather through the sterile
plastic wrapper.

When she realized what she was doing, she quickly dropped it back into the

box. Her cheeks heated as she picked up a pair of stainless steel nipple clamps.
And a clit clamp. A length of chain. No wait, it wasn’t a chain, it was a leash!

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she whispered over and over again as she examined

each of the toys before dropping them into the box. With a hiss of sympathetic
discomfort she dropped the last item, a black rubber butt plug that looked entirely
too painful, into the box.

“Alex,” she mumbled to herself, “just what are you into?”

* * * *

Alex had been on simmer all day. Nadia’s call, and the knowledge that all the

tools he needed to restock his private dungeon were sitting in her living room just
waiting for him, had kept his cock on high alert and his nerves on edge. Hell, he’d
barely been able to concentrate on his lecture on the relationship of Byron to Percy
and Mary Shelley. In fact, the kinky implications of that little trio only added to
his sexual tension.

Sadly, as exciting as the prospect of replenishing his little corner of heaven

was, he didn’t have anyone to share it with at the moment. Alex was a Master,
with a capital “M”. He trained both Doms and submissives, shepherding them into
a mutually satisfying, safe, sane and consensual lifestyle. His most recent trainee,
a sub named Ben Reynolds, had left Alex for the love of his life, Stacey Stanton.
Alex smiled at the thought. Ben and Stacey had both been his pupils in the art of
Domination and submission, and he liked them both a great deal. The idea that he
had something to do with reuniting them gave him a warm glow down deep.

Unfortunately

, he thought wryly, it does nothing for the raging inferno down a bit

lower.

Alex dismissed his final class fifteen minutes early, finally unable to resist the

call of the delivery at Nadia’s. As he drove toward their small cottages, he
considered the prospect of a new trainee. This one needed to be a female. While
Ben had been eager to learn, Alex’s tastes had never leaned toward men, and Ben
was about as heterosexual as they came. No, Alex’s next pet had to be a female.
His aching cock wouldn’t stand for anything less.

Immediately his mind jumped to the woman he’d like to train. Nadia.

Beautiful, funny, sensual Nadia. For the last three years she’d dominated his
fantasy life, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her damp red mouth
pursed around his dick, her full, natural breasts swaying as he spanked her lush,
round ass. In his fantasies Nadia was the perfect sub, sassy and vulnerable—an
irresistible combination.

Unfortunately, she’d made it abundantly clear she saw him as nothing more

than a friend. A pizza and movie buddy. And Alex valued that friendship too
much to jeopardize it by pursuing more.

With the lingering vision of Nadia on her knees before him, naked with her

wrists bound behind her back, he pulled into his driveway and headed across the
lawn. He had a key but, as usual, her door wasn’t locked. He opened it quietly,
not wanting to disturb her if she was working, and felt the breath freeze in his chest
at the sight that met his eyes.

Nadia. On her knees before him. She wasn’t naked, but she was clutching a

black rubber butt plug that put all sorts of ideas into his mind.

* * * *

“Well, Nadia, I guess you’ve found out my secret.” Nadia’s head shot up as

that cool British voice spoke.

“Alex… I… I… I… it fell open when I tried to move it,” she stammered before

standing up and backing away from the box.

Alex came further into her house, leaning one shoulder against the doorframe.

His mouth quirked in cool amusement, but his eyes were hot.

Suddenly his words sank in. His secret. Alex was a Dom. Her hand came up to

her neck as she tried to hide her blush.

“Oh, God… Alex, I don’t know what to say,” she managed to get out. Her

breath was coming faster, her chest rising and falling because, just like in her
fantasies, Alex wasn’t a sweet and gentle lover.

“You know,” he mused, “only naughty girls snoop in other people’s packages.”

Her eyes widened as he approached her. His body moved with strength and

grace, elegant and somehow threatening. Nadia backed away from him until she
bumped into the wall behind her.

Alex kept coming until he was standing just inches away from her, and she

watched as he removed his glasses. His normally hazel eyes turned a wicked shade
of green and he leaned down until his breath caressed her lips.

“What am I going to do with you now, Nadia? I normally punish bad girls like

you.”

Nadia was unable to form any words, so she just stood there, mouth gaping like

a landed trout. His mouth crooked up into a predatory smile. He looked like he
wanted to eat her whole and her body was responding with a big Hell, yeah.

He pressed his chest into hers, his hands on either side of her, caging her to the

wall. “Well, Pet, what am I to do with you now?”

His breath was hot against her face. The contact caused her pussy to contract

and a tiny moan to escape.

He nuzzled her cheek. “Such a pretty moan, Nadia.” He slid those large, hot

hands down her arms, catching her wrists, which he pinned over her head with one
hand. She shivered at the show of strength, more turned on than she could ever
remember being.

“Mmmmm,” he hummed against her lips. “Don’t you look beautiful, Pet.”

Nadia caught her lip between her teeth. Any moment now she was going to melt
into a giant puddle at his feet.

* * * *

Alex pushed his hips into hers with restrained force when what he wanted to do

was bend her over the couch and take her—hot, hard, and fast. The little minx.
He’d wanted to bed her the moment he moved in next door and seen her jumping
around her backyard, listening to some awful music. But, she’d been seeing
someone, and by the time she was free, he’d believed the window of opportunity
had closed.

But now, her hard nipples were poking at his chest. She responded so

beautifully to him.

“Nadia,” he whispered, “are you wet?” He licked her jaw, running his tongue

all the way up to her ear. “Answer me, Nadia, before I decide to bend you over and
paddle you.” It was a calculated risk to push her like this, but one that paid off in
spades.

“Oh, God, yes, Alex. Yes I am.” He leaned in and bit her earlobe before

soothing it with his tongue.

“Good girl, Nadia. Now tell me,” he licked a hot path along her neck, “do you

think of me?” She shuddered delicately against him. “Tell me, Pet. When you’re

alone in your bed with your fingers buried deep inside of you, who are you
thinking of?”

He pressed himself against her from chest to foot.
“You, Alex. I think of you,” she cried out as his knee moved between her

thighs.

“And what am I doing, Nadia? Am I slow and easy? I can be, you know. Do I

touch you with just my finger tips?”

“No, Alex,” she panted. “You’re not slow and easy. You’re not gentle.” Alex

rewarded her answer by grinding his knee against her pussy, and she moaned.

“Oh, Nadia, do you have any idea how long I have wanted you tied up and

begging for me?”

Alex pulled back; he wanted to gauge her reaction. Her face was flushed pink

and shining from the heat they were creating. Her breathing was ragged and her
eyes half-lidded. She was completely aroused and totally stunning.

“Come to me in an hour, Nadia. Wear your bra and panties and those black

heels that I love so much. Nothing else.” Alex fantasized about those damn heels
all the time.

He stepped back and put his glasses back on, transforming himself once more

into Alexander Johnson, college professor. He grazed his thumb across her full
bottom lip before moving away from her. He bent and retrieved the box, showing
himself out and leaving Nadia standing plastered against the wall.

* * * *

Nadia sagged against the wall, shocked. Who the hell was that? Because there

was no way that was her buddy, the stuffy professor who could wolf down a large
pizza in one sitting. Who thought tennis was a fascinating game to watch and who
blushed every single time a swear word passed her lips in his presence. She would
have been less surprised if he’d whipped off that tweed blazer and revealed a red
cape and blue tights. Who knew that had been hiding under his mild-mannered
exterior?

She stumbled away from the wall and into her bathroom. Stripping off her

clothes, she turned the shower on hot and stepped in. Her mind raced with visions
of all those toys. Did he want to use those on her? Did she want him to?

She’d played with toys before. Hell, she owned a few of them. She’d just

never used them with anyone else in the room. She wasn’t a prude by any
measure, but Alex was a Dom. She gave an involuntary shiver. If she went to him
tonight, he was going to tie her up and fuck her.

Leaving the shower, she wrapped a large towel around her body. Anticipation

and excitement thundered through every nerve ending. If she was going to do this,
then she was going to do it right.

She carefully applied her makeup, putting on much more than she usually ever

wore to create smoky eyes and red, bee-stung lips. She blew out her hair until it
fell in a sleek, straight cascade of red-gold instead of her normal unruly curls.

In her bedroom she pulled out a lacy bra and matching lace thong. She put on a

pair of black fishnet stockings and stepped into her lethal four inch heels.

She thought for a moment, then reached into her closet, pulling out a leather

vest and short leather skirt that she’d bought years ago for a costume party where,
ironically, she went as a dominatrix.

She finished the outfit by sliding in a pair of gold dangle earrings, a gold

choker and gold cuff bracelets. She stepped back from the mirror and examined
herself critically. She definitely didn’t look like her normal tomboy self. In fact,
she even looked sexy, in a slutty sort of way.

Hopefully, Alex would find her sexy, too.

* * * *

He answered the door on her first knock.
“Wow.” Her safe, stodgy professor was nowhere to be seen. Instead of his

sensible wool trousers, Alex was dressed in a pair of faded jeans that molded to his
thighs. Her mouth watered as she imagined how soft the denim would feel on her
skin, and how hard the muscles underneath would be. His hair was damp from his
shower and in disarray. He usually kept it strictly tamed, slicked back from his
forehead. Now, with it loose, Nadia could pick out different shades of blond from
golden to wheat. The shimmering strands were longer than they normally appeared
and she itched to touch them.

His white button down shirt was open, revealing smooth tanned skin and two

pierced nipples. The sight of the shiny silver hoops against his golden skin made
her temperature rise.

She let her gaze travel slowly back up to his face. His expression was

forbidding, not exactly what she’d hoped for, but he exhaled deeply and said
nothing as he held the door open.

She turned to say thank you, but he placed a finger over her lips. “Not a word,

Pet. Not yet.”

He maneuvered his way in front of her, crooking his finger for her to follow

him. He led her downstairs into his basement, opening up a door and turning on the
lights.

Nadia gasped at the sight before her. Several pieces of what she assumed were

BDSM equipment littered the room. One wall contained dozens of whips, cuffs,
and various other toys that dampened her panties.

“Come here.” Alex’s voice was a sharp command, one that beckoned Nadia to

follow his lead. Her ever present curiosity, egged on by a healthy dose of arousal,
propelled her forward to stand before him.

He gently clasped her hands, closing a pair of leather cuffs around them. He

raised them above her head, hooking them through a chain attached to the low
ceiling. The position stretched her torso, straightening her posture so that her
breasts jutted proudly toward him.

Bending down, he cuffed each of her ankles above her shoes, then anchored the

cuffs to the floor.

Stepping back, he crossed his arms over his chest, surveying her. She waited

for him to speak, but he didn’t open his mouth. Instead he walked slowly around
her. She could literally feel his eyes on her, and she squirmed under his inspection.

“Nadia, was I not specific enough with my instructions on what I expected you

to wear?”

The question caught her off guard. “No, I understood.”
He shook his head. “Apparently not, I distinctly remember telling you to wear

nothing other than your bra, panties, and heels.”

“Well, I thought this would go well with the game…”
He lunged at her, grasping her chin in a gentle but unbreakable grip.
“Nadia, this is not a game or a novelty. This is about pleasure: mine, yours, and

ours. A pleasure so deep, so intense you won’t be able to think of anything but
where I touch you next.” He backed away, letting go of her chin. “If you’ve come
to play a game, then I will release you.”

His disapproval hurt her, and it must have shown on her face because he raised

his hand to cup her cheek.

“I want this with you, Nadia. I have since the moment I laid eyes on you. This

is not a game for me.”

She swallowed hard against the lump in her throat. “I’m sorry, Alex. I didn’t

mean to poke fun.”

While he didn’t give her his sunny smile, his face did relax. “Very well, then.

Let’s get you properly prepared.”

He went to a table and brought back a box of tissues. “First of all, I’m getting

rid of this dreck on your face. Nadia, I want you, not some cartoon caricature of
you. I want you fresh. I want to see every freckle.”

* * * *

Alex left her again, retrieving a bottle of cleanser. Dabbing it on a tissue, he

cleaned the makeup off her face. He’d meant every word he’d said. He preferred
her in her natural state. He had nothing against cosmetics, but Nadia needed none.
Her pale, creamy skin was perfect naked.

A lot of people got off on dressing the BDSM part, but not him. He didn’t get

off on costumes and posturing. His pleasure was found in the act of surrender. In
the moans and cries of pleasure. In the rush of hot blood and breath, spinning their
way to orgasm.

After he removed her makeup, he undid her vest without looking at her chest

directly. He undid her skirt and pushed it to the floor. One limb at a time, he loosed
her bonds in order to remove the offending clothing. Last came the earrings. He
left the gold choker and cuffs. Though the choker wasn’t one he’d use to collar a
woman, it would do for this evening. And he rather fancied the barbaric look of the
cuffs on her slender wrists.

He stepped back and surveyed the real Nadia. “Fucking beautiful,” he

murmured. Her face was shiny and bright, her brilliant blue eyes held trepidation
as well as curiosity. The longer he gazed at her, the deeper the blush blazing
against her skin became. Her lacy demi-bra rode up, revealing the underside of her
breasts.

He moved forward. “You’re stunning, Nadia.” He hooked his thumbs into the

elastic straps of her panties, pulling them down just enough to reveal her cleft.

Red-gold curls peeked back at him and his mouth watered. He unbuttoned the

fly on his jeans so he could breathe. His cock was hard as oak and the head was
weeping salty pre-cum.

He wore no underwear, so when he pulled the jeans apart his cock-head sprung

free, prompting a sigh of relief from him, and a soft sound of surprise from Nadia.

“Lick your lips for me, Pet. Make them wet,” he commanded. He almost

groaned when her pink tongue slipped between her full lips, glazing them with
moisture.

He leaned forward and ran his tongue along the same path she’d just taken.

Then he plunged his tongue into her mouth, driving it forward to taste her deeply.
Oh, what a fucking taste. He drank in her sweetness as he continued to lick the
recesses of her mouth. His cock jumped at the electric shock, shooting through him
from just her kiss.

Alex had known it would be like this, this all consuming need to take her and

make her his. He’d spent countless nights jacking off to different images of Nadia
doing all the things he did with other women.

Alex had always known that with Nadia, it would be more than sex or clinical

training. He felt more for her than mere sexual desire. His feelings ran into a
territory unfamiliar to him and it scared Alex to death.

He was lucky that damn box had broken, spilling his secret. Very few people

knew his duel personality, and he never had the courage to deliberately reveal it to
Nadia.

But she was learning it now, and by the end of the evening he would know if

she felt for him what he felt for her. Would she want not only the proper professor,
but also the man who wanted her tied to his bed, begging for his cock?

Breaking off the kiss, he smiled at her. “This isn’t a game, Pet. However, there

are a few rules. First is the safe word. You use it if I do something that you are
uncomfortable with and I will stop. We can talk about it and go from there. Know
that I will do nothing to cause you harm. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”
“Yes, Master. That’s the next rule. In this place, during our sessions, I am your

Master, Nadia.” He knew his smile was verging on predatory when her eyes
widened. “I’ve dreamed of hearing you say it.”

“Yes, Master,” she almost whispered. He palmed his erection as her smoky

voice rolled over him.

“Your safe word is black. Simple and easy to remember. What’s your safe

word?”

“Black.” Alex nodded approvingly.
“Good girl.” He moved around, stepping behind her, stroking his hands down

her back. He played his fingers lightly over her skin, raising goose bumps and
sending a tremor through her body.

His hands reached her plump ass and he squeezed, letting his finger slide down

the crack along the thin lace of her thong. He probed gently at her secret hole,
causing her to yelp.

“Has anyone ever played with your ass?” He needed to question her, find out

what she had and hadn’t done so he could plan her seduction.

“Yes, Master.”
He smiled in pure pleasure at her answer, savoring the word Master on her lips,

and rimmed his finger around her hole in a slow circle. “Has any man ever fucked
your ass?”

“Once.”
“Only once, Pet?”
“I didn’t like it,” she whispered. “It hurt.”
Alex removed his finger. Grasping her hips he leaned forward, his mouth near

her ear.

“Then the bloody fool didn’t know what he was doing. I’m going to fuck your

ass tonight, Nadia. And I promise it will bring you a kind of burning pleasure
you’ve never known before.”

She shuddered in his grasp, and he slid his hands from her hips up her rib cage.

Running his long fingers underneath her breasts, he allowed their weight to fill his
palms. Her nipples poked through the lace of her demi-bra, and Alex plucked
lightly at them, pulling them away from her body until they were long and begging
for a harder touch.

His tongue snaked out, licking her just below the ear. “Have you ever been

spanked, Pet?”

“Yes,” Her breath escaped in a harsh rush. “Yes, Master.”
He allowed one hand to travel back down to her ass, running circles around one

full cheek.

“Did you enjoy it? The sting, the warmth as the blood rushed to it?”
His other hand pinched a long nipple, twisting it slightly. Her moan filled the

room. Letting go of her breast, he moved his hand down her torso and over the
small swell of her tummy. He adored her curvaceous body—so soft, so willing to
accept him. He dipped one finger below her panties, running it up and down her
slit. She was gorgeously wet. He pushed his way in a little further. Her clit was
hard against his palm as his finger moved down to her entrance.

“So wet, my Nadia.” He pushed his finger in deep, swirling it around within

her depths. When she bore down on him the hand moving across her ass pulled
back and delivered a stinging slap to her vulnerable flesh.

She jumped in surprise, then pushed back against him. He worked a second

finger into her pussy and delivered three more slaps to her cheek. The globe was
pink all over when Alex moved to her other cheek, repeating the process of
fingering her deep and spanking her ass. He loved the delightful jiggle of her skin
and her breathy squeaks of pleasure that came with each stinging contact of his
hand.

* * * *

Nadia’s head swam as Alex pushed two long, tapered fingers into her pussy.

The swats to her butt only increased her arousal. She wasn’t able to stem the small
cries escaping her throat. What’s more, she didn’t even want to try. Alex removed
one of his fingers and used it to stroke her clit, while at the same time pressing his
thumb against her ass. The tight pucker closed even further at the contact.

“Relax into my hand, Nadia. Feel all the pleasure you can get from just my

fingers. Open your sweet ass to me, Pet, and let me pleasure you.” He pressed his
thumb deeper, probing but not penetrating her. It gave her a funny thrill, the feel of
such a forbidden touch.

He removed his hands and Nadia whined from the loss. She was stunned at her

reaction to his fondling of her butt, but her body was screaming for completion.

Alex left her to go to his wall, and began collecting items. Nadia watched his

fine ass as he bent over to retrieve something close to the floor. How in the hell
had she ever seen this man as slightly geeky? She forced herself to admit the truth.
She knew the real reason. She had always been attracted to Alex, but she’d been
afraid of him, his intelligence and his sophistication. In the real world, outside of
horror movies and pizza, what did they have in common?

“Where have you gone, Pet?” Alex’s question brought her out of her insecure

thoughts.

“Nowhere.” She smiled weakly.
“Nowhere what?” he asked.
“Nowhere, Master. I am right here with you.” She squeaked when his hand

wound into her thick hair. He pulled it lightly, tipping her head back and kissing
her soundly on the lips.

“This won’t work without your trust, Pet. If you can’t trust me enough to tell

me the truth of your thoughts, how can you trust me to pleasure your body?”

His disappointment hurt her in ways she’d never dreamed possible, but she just

couldn’t come clean about her previous train of thought. What if he agreed with
her? What if he thought she was some silly twit? No, better to keep that part of
herself away from Alex. He’d never seen her doubt herself before, but of course
they’d never been more than friends before.

Alex reached down, sliding her panties further down her legs.
“Bend forward and show me your ass.” His voice was harsh with

disappointment and Nadia forced herself to blink back the tears. She widened her
stance and bent as far as she could with her arms stretched over her head. He
moved behind her, sliding his hand between the swollen lips of her pussy, gliding
his fingers to her weeping opening. She closed her eyes tightly against the
pleasure flooding her pussy. The wet sounds her body made as he thrust his fingers
deeply into her were embarrassing and titillating all at the same time. She’d never
been this turned on before in her life. The need to be fulfilled clawed at her; the
desire to please this man was overwhelming.

She jumped with surprise when she felt an ice cold liquid trickle over her ass.
“I need to prepare you for when I take you here, Nadia,” he explained as he

pushed a finger into her tight back hole. “Relax for me, Pet,” he coaxed. Over and
over he whispered words of encouragement and all the while he kept lubricating
her ass. His fingers grasped gently at her clit, pulling it much the same way he had
her nipples.

She stiffened immediately as she felt a small object placed against her resistant

opening.

“Do you trust me, Nadia?”
“Yes.” She knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t try and hurt her.
“Yes what?” His exasperation was evident as his hand came down, smacking

her smartly on the ass.

“Yes, Master.” Damn. A spanking shouldn’t feel so damn good. Nadia wished

he would do it again, but he didn’t. Instead he went back to her opening.

“When you feel me pushing the bead into you, I want you to push out.”
Anal beads!

Nadia was familiar with them, though she’d never considered

using them. She pushed back obediently, and felt a small burn as Alex pushed the

first bead past the tight ring of muscles. His other hand concentrated on rubbing
her clit and alternately pumping into her cunt.

When the first bead moved past the tightness she breathed a sigh of relief.

Other than a sense of fullness, there was no pain. He worked a second bead in, this
one slightly larger than the last. By the time they reached the fifth bead, Nadia was
really feeling the burn, the sensation so foreign that she wasn’t sure whether she
loved it or hated it.

“Good girl, Nadia. You did well.” She smiled at the small compliment, feeling

as though he’d just gifted her with diamonds.

* * * *

Alex removed her cuffs from the chain above her head. Her face was flushed,

her eyes glassy. He’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. Bringing her
hands to his mouth, he kissed each knuckle, laving his tongue over the skin and
sliding it between her fingers.

“On your knees, Pet.” He kept the harshness from his voice with a struggle.

She was hiding something from him, he knew it. Until she could trust him with
whatever was going through her mind, she wasn’t truly his. He needed her to share
it with him, whatever had put that look on her face. Her eyes had been downcast,
missing their usual sparkle, and it troubled him.

He pushed her gently to her knees. Her panties stretched just above them,

giving him the view of her exquisite cunt, while restricting her movement. He
pushed his jeans to his knees, letting his cock jut out, the head wet with pre-cum.
He hissed when Nadia unconsciously licked her lips.

“Suck me, Nadia.”
“Yes, Master.”
He was entranced as her small pink tongue slid across his crown, lapping at his

arousal like it was an ice cream cone. Pulling it into her mouth, she closed her eyes
and moaned. Alex’s head fell back on his shoulders as she tortured his cock-head
with her wicked mouth. It wasn’t enough, though.

“Open your mouth wide for me, Pet. I need to be deep inside.” His fingers

threaded through her hair. As she widened her jaw he pulled her further onto his
cock. “That’s it, Pet. Just relax and take it.” She gagged once and tried to pull back.
“Breathe, Nadia, and relax your muscles. When I hit the back of your throat, don’t
panic. Swallow me, Pet. Swallow me down.”

The juices in her mouth escaped along her bottom lip. “Oh yes, Nadia,” Alex

encouraged her, pulling back sharply then pushing home. She took him beautifully,
and watching his cock disappearing between her perfect lips was more than he
could take.

“I’m going to come, Pet, deep into your fucking mouth.” It was the only

warning he gave. He loosened his grip and gave her the choice to move away,
instead she rounded her mouth and took him even deeper. Her cuffed hands
palmed his tight balls, rolling them gently over her fingers. Her mouth picked up
speed, sucking him harder, and he loved it. The tip of her tongue tormented the
small slit at the head of his penis.

“Harder, Nadia. Suck it harder.” He gritted the words out between clenched

teeth. Her moans vibrated along the nerves of his dick, and when her tongue
stroked underneath the crown Alex lost complete control. His head fell back, his
neck straining as he came on a loud cry. Nadia swallowed hard, taking his hot seed
down her throat and into her body in the most intimate of kisses.

Alex removed himself from her mouth, turning away from her so that she

couldn’t see his face. He walked over to the nearest wall. Slamming his hand
against it, he leaned his head against the cool surface.

He was well and truly fucked, in more ways than one. As many years as he

had lived the lifestyle, as many great partners he’d had the pleasure to know, not
one had ever wrecked him like Nadia. No lips ever made his cock weep, his body
shake, and the adrenaline pump through him like molten lava. This woman held a
power over him that no other lover had come close to possessing.

He was the consummate cool Brit, who at this moment would fall to his knees

and beg this woman to be with him forever. The only thing holding him back was
his need for her to trust him.

* * * *

Nadia stood up on shaky knees. Her jaw ached and the slightly bitter taste of

Alex remained. She loved his taste, his smell, the way he laughed, and the smoky
look in his green eyes. Oh, Hell. She loved him. For better or worse, she loved
this man. Except now he was across the room, hitting the wall with his back to her.

“Alex, I’m sorry. Did I do something wrong?” She hated the needy way the

question left her lips.

He slowly raised his head and walked back to her, grasping her cuffed hands

and returning them to their chain on the ceiling.

“No, Pet, you were perfect. I just needed to catch my breath.” Leaning in, he

snapped the front clasp of her bra open. He caught a nipple between his lips,
sucking gently, slowly increasing the pressure until he took it between his teeth,
nibbling and biting the tip. One hand moved to her tight clit, rubbing it hard back
and forth. Nadia’s legs shook as she felt a small trickle of liquid slide down one
thigh. After he gave her other breast the same careful attention, Nadia was barely
hanging on to her sanity.

He brought her to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to stop his

ministrations before starting all over again. He explored every inch of her,
branding her flesh with a stroke, a lick or a bite. He sucked on the silken skin of
her hips, marking the places where his mouth touched her.

Abruptly he stopped and left her again. She hung limp from her restraints, not

sure how much more of this she could take. The pleasure was undeniable, but
being unable to achieve orgasm left her dizzy.

“Nadia, Pet, look at me.” Her eyes met his and widened. He held a large

vibrator that was connected to a cord. On the end on the cord was a box, obviously
to control the vibrator.

“I’m going to fuck you with this.”
“Oh God, Alex,” she whimpered. “I need to come bad.” She hated the

neediness in her voice, the desperation.

“I know, Pet. Trust me, you’ll get there.” She sighed with relief, and he smiled

darkly. “But, Nadia, you’ll only get there when I say so.”

Fuck a duck!

Nadia’s brain screamed. She gave a low shriek of frustration, but

he just smiled wider and pushed the tip of the vibrator into her hungry pussy. He
turned it on and Nadia gasped and pressed her thighs together. The vibration
immediately stopped. She opened her eyes and gave him her best look of death,
and for one second considered saying the word. He seemed to read her mind.

“Remember your pleasure is at my will, Nadia. If you have changed your mind,

then say the word.”

Oh, no you don’t, pal.

Nadia had never been able to resist a challenge, and she

wasn’t about to start now. Because that’s what Alex was doing, challenging her to
fulfill her end of their bargain, or walk away. Nadia knew that if she walked, she’d
lose more than the opportunity for the best sex on the planet. She’d lose Alex’s
friendship, as well, and that was something she wasn’t willing to give up.

She opened her thighs and the vibrator started up again, a low steady hum

against her vaginal walls.

She looked Alex in the eye. “Master, please, may I come?”
Alex’s eyebrow arched in an elegant line. “Nadia, don’t think that you can

change the course of this evening with a few snide remarks.”

Her eyes widened as Alex reached to pluck a riding crop from a nearby table

with his free hand. She swallowed hard as Alex ran the stiff leather crop over her
nipples. Damn, why did it have to feel so good? Her nipples ached from the feel of
the leather.

“Spread your thighs wide, Pet.” His voice was a dark promise as Nadia

widened her legs. The vibrator increased speed, and he ran the crop along her
shoulders, down her torso, between her legs, along her pussy. With a flick of his
wrist, the crop snapped against her pussy lips. The momentary sting stunned her,
then the speed of the vibrator increased again.

The dual sensation of pain and pleasure rode Nadia hard as Alex continued to

snap the crop along her breasts, her inner thighs and her pussy lips. She was so
close to achieving orgasm that she shook. One more strike, one more level on the
vibrator and she would come so hard.

She screamed her frustration when the vibrator stopped and he pulled it from

her quivering depths. But frustration turned to deep moans of ecstasy as Alex went
to his knees and licked the heated skin between her legs. Her knees gave way,
causing Alex to hold her thighs apart and support her as he buried his tongue
deeper, fucking her, sucking out her cream. His nose pressed her clit and he rubbed
his face back and forth, seeming to wallow in her scent and taste. He shoved his
thumb deep into her cunt, while with his other hand he reached behind and pulled
the first bead out of her ass. He removed them slowly, each taking her an inch
closer to orgasm, until only two remained.

“Come for me, now,” Alex commanded, sucking her clit hard and roughly

pulling the last two beads out. Liquid cream gushed out of Nadia and her body
gave into pure ecstasy.

* * * *

Nadia had gone limp, and Alex moved quickly to un-cuff her hands and feet.

Her beautiful blue eyes were glazed and barely open. Alex kissed her tenderly on
the forehead before hauling her into his arms and carrying her upstairs and into his
bedroom. He laid her on the bed and, removing his shirt and pants, crawled in next
to her. He held her close as she tried to catch her breath.

He wanted to speak, to reassure her, but he had no words profound enough for

the situation. What could you say when you witnessed that kind of destruction?
He’d pushed her much further than he’d intended, but there was something that
told him she could handle it, that she wanted it as much as he did.

Her hand found his chest, her fingers playing with one of his nipple rings. He

cock hardened with every delicate tug.

He flipped her onto her back. Looking down into her eyes, Alex knew he was

a goner. But before he dared pour his heart out, there was the little matter of what
had taken her away from him earlier.

“Are you ready to tell me now what spooked you?” She turned her face from

him and he growled in frustration. He grasped both her hands lacing his fingers
with hers. He wiggled until he was laying in the cradle of her thighs, his cock
sliding against her hot, wet pussy.

“Nadia, tell me.” He wouldn’t beg. He would only request. It felt like an

eternity before she turned back to him.

“I was wondering what happens after tonight.” She still wasn’t meeting his

eyes.

“Whatever we want to happen, Nadia. I don’t want it to end with tonight.”
“Alex, how can we be a real couple? We are so different in the real world.

You’re a freaking professor. I barely finished high school. The first time you took
me to a faculty tea, I’d totally embarrass you.”

Understanding flooded Alex’s mind. He cupped Nadia’s face, forcing her to

meet his eyes.

“Nadia, you’re not stupid. You are bright, funny, and joyful. We both know

that you don’t lack intelligence. As far as your education, Pet, I know that dyslexia
makes formal learning difficult at best.”

“Oh, God, you know? Am I that obvious?”
“Yes, Nadia, I know. And no, you’re not obvious. I am a teacher and we are

trained to spot it. And I pay close attention to every little thing you do.”

Tears filled her eyes, falling down her freckled cheeks. Alex kissed them away,

and laced his fingers with hers.

“When you fall in love, Nadia, you tend to notice everything about a person.”

He bent and kissed her lips, gently opening them, pouring his love in with every
stroke of his tongue.

“You love me?” she breathed against his lips when he finally ended the kiss.
“Madly, obsessively, with everything in me,” he responded.
Her smile bloomed like sunrise, and he couldn’t hold back a moment longer.

Groaning, he maneuvered his cock between her thighs. “Now if I ever hear you
question your worth again, I will be forced to punish you.”

“Ooohh, so I get another spanking?”
Alex invaded her cunt with one slow, sure thrust. “Oh no, Pet. Spanking you

isn’t a punishment. When I want to punish you, I’ll feign a headache and deny you
sex.”

* * * *

He thrust hard into her as she laughed, taking her breath away. Nadia wrapped

her legs high around his waist. He loved her. He freaking loved her. His mouth bit
her neck, and he released one of her hands and pushed his own between their
bodies. Finding her clit, he brought her to a fast, furious orgasm.

He pulled out and rose to his knees, stroking his cock for her. She licked her

lips, smiling up at him. He made a wicked sexy picture with his thick cock in his
big hand.

“Raise your knees to your chest, Pet,” he instructed her. He grabbed a bottle off

of his bedside table and began applying the lubricant to her ass, preparing her for
him. Nadia craved his invasion, just as she craved his crop, his hands, and lips. She
craved Alex completely.

Alex placed the head of his cock at her tight entrance. “Push out, Pet,” he

reminded her as he forged slowly forward. His hands were busy with her cunt,
playing with her clit before sliding down to plunge into her fluttering opening.
And all the while his cock dug deeper into her ass, filling her with a hot pleasure
she’d never imagined.

“Damn, Nadia. My Nadia. I knew it would be like this.”
“I love you, Master,” she whispered, so full to overflowing with emotion that

she couldn’t hold back. He finally bottomed out, impaling her fully on his thick
cock, and paused, allowing her to grow accustomed to being stretched so fully.

“Mmmm,” he purred. “Such a good girl.” He shifted his hips, pulling out

slightly, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her. “You love the Master, but
do you love the man?”

“Oh yes, Alex, I definitely love the man.” Then Alex robbed her of words, of

her very breath, as he surged home, propelling her toward paradise.

About the Author

Violet Summers is a married mother of three beautiful children, including one set
of twins, one rambunctious puppy, and one husband, except when she’s a single
mom of one spoiled teenaged God-child, three spoiled kitties, and two spoiled,
elderly parents. Both of Violet’s personalities are very busy!

No, Violet has not suffered a psychotic break yet (though she may after dealing
with creating web-pages and MySpace accounts). Violet is actually the writing
team of Sierra Summers and Violet Johnson.

Violet Summers writes in a variety of genres, from contemporary to paranormal;
from soft BDSM to fantasy. The two things all her stories have in common is their
deeply emotional stories and their scorching erotic love scenes.

Sierra and VeeJay love to hear from their readers. You can contact them at
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